“Actually, I still can’t quite figure it out.”
After the heavy fog in Keminting Town was completely blown away by the flowing wind like an ordinary weather phenomenon, everyone went back home to their mothers. Nixon and Mike's short annual leave was completely over, and they were about to return to their busy life as office workers.
Nixon asked as he packed his things, "What's the matter?"
"The whole thing," Mike said. "Where does the fog come from? Where does that door lead to? What does the little boy with black hair and red eyes do - or is he really an ordinary child? Why are they able to solve such paranormal incidents?"
He turned around, frowning and staring at Nixon. "And you, aren't you the one most eager to get to the bottom of this? Why are you tacitly pretending nothing happened this time?"
Nixon packed his jacket into his suitcase and replied, "Did you notice that the other people who came out of the fog didn't remember anything?"
Mike nodded. "Those who entered the fog don't remember being there, and those who knew they'd forgotten they knew. And then there's the town's security camera footage, dashcam footage, attraction tickets, magic invitations, and even the music box—all gone. If it weren't for the dozens of kilometers added to the odometer on our rental car, and if your memory and mine matched, I'd almost start to wonder if there was something wrong with my brain."
"But normal people don't care whether their mileage is correct or not." Nixon paused. "They just think the instrument is wrong or they took a detour one day."
"So now it's just you and me," Mike pointed at Nixon, "and we have the chance to uncover the mystery and expose the truth about what happened in Keminting."
“…”
“…”
Mike: “Why don’t you speak?”
Nixon: “…Are you really going to write this kind of article?”
Mike: "...I'm just kidding. I'm not stupid. The most important thing in life is to follow your heart."
The two sincere people who had retained their memories with the tacit consent of the gods looked at the overwhelming reports in the newspapers about the dissipation of the fog in Keminting Town, as well as the analysis results obtained by countless climatologists, astronomers and biologists with great effort, and silently picked up their suitcases and returned to the capital as if nothing had happened.
On my first day at work, a colleague asked, "Is there anything fun to do in Kemingting Town?"
Nixon: “No.”
Mike: “No.”
My colleague, unsuspecting, sighed, "True. That snow in Kemingting earlier was probably a precursor to climate change. Once the fog clears, the only natural attraction will be gone. The government will definitely continue building a new city to ensure safety... In a few years, Kemingting Town will probably become the 108th ring road outside the capital."
Mike nodded vigorously: "You're right."
Seeing nothing to ask, the others buried themselves in their work, sighing over their concerns about urbanization. Since the news about Ke Mingting had already been circulated extensively by other newspapers, they didn't think their two colleagues on vacation would know any inside information, so they simply didn't bother asking.
What seemed like a strange and dangerous incident to Nixon and Mike was like a cool breeze in the summer, and was forgotten by the crowd in an instant.
However, there are still people in this world who continue to pay attention to mysterious phenomena that cannot be explained by science.
This is an anonymous forum with a simple interface and backward functions. User activity is very low and few people have heard of it.
Right at the top of the webpage was a line of colorful fonts, full of the rustic flavor of middle-aged and elderly people, and written in standard interstellar common language: "Forum of the Aquaculture Base of Port Yarple".
It is estimated that many users who accidentally click in will be discouraged by this confusing forum name.
——Maybe it’s an internal communication forum of the aquatic products company, ordinary people would think so.
Just after the fog dissipated in Kemingting Town, someone posted a message.
[Topic: Have you read the latest news?
OP: Something happened in Kemingting Town again, this time it’s the fog that caused it =w=
1st Floor: Big things! Big things! Guys, I'm so excited!
Second floor: What the hell is all that excitement upstairs? I'm in Keminting now. When I lived near the fog, it was super quiet and even more comfortable to sleep in than downtown. But now that the fog has lifted, the neighbors are immediately starting renovations and building construction. QAQ I'm so sad. What a bad decision.
3F: Isn't this the forum for the Yarple Harbor Aquaculture Base? Why would someone live in Keminting?
Floor 4: To the newbies on the third floor, the forum name is changed frequently because of the cult incident that emerged in Port Yarple. The moderator deliberately changed the name to what it is now.
5th Floor: What? We still have newbies on our forum? Don't we need an internal invitation code to read and reply to posts? Which big guy recently gave away his precious spot?
Floor 6: My focus is on Ke Mingting. Can anyone tell me why the fog dissipated?
7th floor: Go ask God.
8th Floor: Ask God.
9th Floor: I went to ask God.
Floor 10: Haha ...
11th Floor: I'm on the 9th floor. Did you know that a child who understands time and space will be born from the nameless mist?
Floor 12: ...Boss, your account is gone.
13th Floor: Oh my god! The content of your discussion is too unhealthy! I'm so nervous, this post is going to be deleted by the moderator! Moderator, please be merciful and let me take a closer look!
Moderator: This post contains illegal content and will be locked shortly. Users are advised to speak with caution and in accordance with the core values of the Federal Universe, and to refrain from spreading superstition and harmful ideas.
OP: Even if my account is blocked, I still want to say one more thing!! Next time you discuss internal topics, remember to use censorship and harmony!
…
Three days later.
Ford Hill pushed open the door of the villa with a tired look on his face.
Igor was answering the call on the balcony, and only Azathoth, Hugo and Erica were sitting in the hall on the first floor watching TV.
Ford's first sight of Azathoth instantly brightened his nerves. The blond youth straightened his gray trench coat, wrinkled from the long journey, and greeted Azathoth. "Hello, I'm here to pick up Erica. The enrollment paperwork for Capital Middle School has been completed."
Erica was not yet ten years old and should have been in elementary school. However, after a preliminary test, both the teachers and the Ministry of Education officials thought it was a waste of time for her to learn addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division from scratch with a bunch of idiots. So, with her consent, her enrollment was transferred to the best junior high school in the capital.
Erica stepped forward to thank him and stood on tiptoe to hang Ford's coat on the hanger next to her.
Ford straightened up and saw Igor standing on the balcony outside the living room, surrounded by emerald green plants. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to the middle of his arms, and he seemed to be arguing with someone on the other side of the mobile phone.
"What's going on?"
the commentator asked, a little confused.
Who has the courage to argue with Marshal Sullivan?
Although Igor's temper seemed to have improved a lot after leaving office and other people didn't know his identity, Ford still felt that it was very difficult to speak a whole sentence with confidence under the cold gaze of those red eyes.
Azathoth said briefly: "It's a matter of compensation."
Ford: "What?"
Hugo put down his half-eaten mango and explained, "Did you see the news? We went to that foggy tourist spot nearby, and our rental car fell into the water. It's probably lying on the bottom of the ocean now. Igor has to explain to the rental company why we lost his car and pay them compensation."
“…”
Ford's thoughts changed from 'I remember you're a robot, why can robots eat mangoes' to 'The dissipation of the fog in Keminting Town is indeed the work of God' and then to 'Igor Sullivan, you have come to this day.'
His expression changed several times in an instant, and finally settled on a state of respect and politeness. He said to Azathoth, "I'm sorry to bother you, but there's one more thing I feel I need to report to you."
Azathoth turned his head.
"I was delayed a bit on my way back this time," Ford said. "You previously exposed the crime of Ocasi Griffin, Governor of Port Alplai, in killing Omega. A few days ago, Longman Griffin, the head of the Griffin family, came to me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Hugo and Erica turned around and stared at him intently at the same time.
A thin layer of cold sweat immediately appeared on the young man's back. His gaze fell on the hem of Azathoth's robe, and he tried his best to make his tone sound sincere: "I didn't say anything, but he seemed to suspect that I was related to some recent supernatural events."
At this moment, Igor ended the call and walked into the reception room, breaking the tense atmosphere. Ford breathed a sigh of relief, feeling his trust in Marshal Sullivan's moral standards had increased again.
He automatically repeated to Igor what he had said before.
"Langman Griffin?" Igor listened to him and pulled a chair for Ford, who had been standing by the door. He then walked over to Azathoth and sat down. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "I've never met him, but this young Langman has always had a bad reputation in the military."
The previous head of the Griffin family, who was also the father of O'Casey and Langman, was also named Langman, so people habitually call the current head of the Griffin family "Little Langman" to distinguish between father and son.
"It's not very good." Ford sat down in his chair, his back still straight and not relaxing at all. "He appears in the news media quite frequently and is known as the 'bellwether of the Griffin family.' Most people describe him as cold, hypocritical, outspoken, and arrogant."
"But those who underestimate him for this reason are generally deceived by appearances."
"So what do you think?"
Ford hesitated for a moment and then replied, "I think he's quite dangerous and might hold some secrets that are unknown to the public."
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